You Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie

Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine

A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line

An alligator lays on the banks of a riverbed

And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead.



Chorus:

Now these are a few things I'm in love with

A small part of the reason I go back

To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia

Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track.



And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie

You ain't just slappin' your knee

I'm a grandson of the Southland

An heir to the Confederacy.



You ain't just whistlin' Dixie

'Cause the cattle call's callin' me home

So put me down there where I wanna be

Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee.

Bury my bones under a cypress tree

And never let me roam.



And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie

You ain't just slappin' your knee

I'm a grandson of the Southland

An heir to the Confederacy.



Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream

For the baby's sake

Pa comes in full of gin

And he's mean as a rattlesnake.



And if the well runs dry

and we cry and cuss the garden hose

Mama draws a bucket full of creek water

Just to wash our clothes.



Chorus:

Now these are a few things I'm in love with

A small part of the reason I go back

To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia

Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track...